Saturday, September 26, 2009

Live on KCRW, Please Welcome, Petracovich!

A thrill and honor to play on the piano Nina Simone played, in the studio that all our heroes have played songs. To play with a band of great musicians and friends.

We all met the day before, in Simi Valley at our friend Jako's studio to practice up

We crashed in Santa Monica, the Pacific Sands Motel in the family room, 3 double beds lined up in a row, bringing to mind Goldylocks, a good giggle, some last minute cereal, a walk on the pier, and then, tossing and turning...

Alarm, heart race, get dressed, we got to the meeting place ON TIME, it's happening! A beautiful, smoothe piano, an amazingly skilled and knowledgible sound person, Ray, so calm and comfortable, we set up and waited.

The studios are underground, the air is cool, there are rooms and rooms of NPR people, and it's clean and organized, different than the college stations we usually hang out at! Even tea and coffee!

And soon, there were 15 seconds to take-off.

Deep breath, and play.

The interview with Jason Bentley was so grounded, he asked such touching questions and was able to handle the conversation about my son, and the music now. I think he's so good at what he does, and seems to have a warm heart. I really appreciated that.

Play some more, the guys sound SOO great! Max Diez on the drums, Tad Wagner on guitar, Cliff Hayes on bass, we had a blast playing together. I'm so proud and amazed at their skills.

We had a celebration lunch of giddiness afterward, so happy that it was GOOD and done, and went to the pool for a good cool-off swim and slept before the show that night at Silverlake Lounge.

1 comment:

NancyCA
said...

Congratulations and the brilliant visit with KCRW's Nick. And thanks for the free September Song. It sounded so cool. I like Kurt Weil a lot. It’s interesting to hear you sing a cover -- your distinctive style still shines through. A very real performance. This may sound strange, but there’s an interesting “third dimension” to this song, a sense of -- like winter hovering over autumn -- violinists lightly stirring in the wings, bows prepped, waiting to join in.

Your grandfather must have been so proud. I loved mine a whole lot, too, and though he died 15 years ago, I feel his presence sometimes, and it’s a comforting feeling.